Alexander Sinclair Came Back to Fairview Hospital to Defend His Injured Wife Against Her Family’s Demands

“I’m sorry, Captain.

They told us if we didn’t escort you, we’d be written up.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said.

On the lobby floor, my phone buzzed.

Diane Miller’s name lit up the screen.

I answered before the doors shut.

At two thirty I met Hale in the police station lobby.

The room smelled of floor wax and old paper.